My last rite

a poem by Ajith

I see no saviour
No God to hear me
No happiness and
No sadness

In this dark night
I have no one to call mine
No shoulder to lean
No hands to hold

So lonely I am
Like the last flame
Of the dying candle
Giving its last light

No fingers to caress
Or to wipe these tears
To touch me
And say I am there

Allow me to close my eyes
Forever freeing myself
Let these silent tears
Dry and shriek

Let me dance
The last rite, but,
Where is your hand
For me to hold

Orphaned forever
In the lap of luxury
Stinking with money
To feel life’s deceit

Where is she
The angel of death
As time drags itself
To take me forever